Condensation

He blocked out the parts of her that made his mind spin, Her thoughts, actions, the way she perceived the world- they were incomprehensible to him, All he saw was the alluring and familiar simplicity of her eyes, She was a novel; he bothered to read only the first sentence, She was a wildfire; he burned himself on the weakest of her embers, He couldn't see past her face, therefore put a limit on her beauty, Without knowing, he had taken the brilliance of the entire west coastline and condensed it to a dirty puddle